i'd never ever thought i miss so many things.....
that you realise having hit the big 2-1..... that they won't come by anymore....
i'd tell the story, over and over again... just to reminisce those times....
back then, perhaps crying came naturally, everything wasn't so much of a struggle,
not like now... where a mistake might cost you so dearly.
its test time... and i dread to think what comes after these tests......
it never seems to end... its like a cycle that repeats itself over and over again.....
like a loop-to-loop track, and you just want to let yourself go.....
Over the 2.5 years in army... it really feels now like we're storing energy during those times to last us this next chapter of the race.. but it never does feel enough....
you feel like a rocket thats ejected its fuel, and you worry about the light on the dashboard that blinks a brillant yellow.
you just hope the next fuel stop comes, like an oasis in a desert?
and it will, its a magical world we live in.

I'm really wondering if we can equate stress to pain.... to suffering.
Somehow they seem the same, yet so different.
Its Singapore... we've our own brand of language.

So right now, admist all those numbers, are letters and pictures that float about inside that tiny little brain of mine....
haha... i do so wonder why i'm in engineering. numbers come like a jigsaw to me, like a picture. Just more fluid that one'd ever imagine.
I can just look at it in so many different ways...
You see, there is really more than what we see in a number.
its not just plain mathematics, or physics... its a myriad of your imagination.
2 can become 1, 3, 4 or even a word... then again it might become a picture.